When Lemmings Fly - Thomas L Smith - Bog

We were friends, back from the war in Vietnam, putting our hard earned skills to use in Alaska where helicopters were new to the rugged mountains of the vast wilderness. One day I would take a miner to his gold claim, the next I'd be fighting a monster forest fires. We flew long hard days, and took our time off just as seriously, often partying through the night only to get up and float a wild river the following day.